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“Well, if you end up sliced and diced, or you end up smothered in your sleep, we’ll know who to arrest. That cuts down on legwork.” That brought a delighted cackle from the boy, and a half smile from his sister.
When Leonardo popped the champagne and poured, Eve looked at Roarke. “You’ve got words. You always do.” “I do indeed. To all who dwell here, may today’s joy be a drop in a cup that runs full.”
She lifted her glass. “Damn nice job.” “Damn nice job,” Bella repeated, and got a narrow look from Eve. “How come you can swear with prefect pronunciation?”
“Why are they beds? The plants aren’t sleeping in them. I don’t think they’re having sex in them.” “I have no idea, unless it’s that some of them sleep in there through the winter, or wake up there in the spring. And I am not going to visualize tomatoes having an orgy with the green peppers and the squash.”
The cat looked at Roarke; Roarke looked at the cat. Then he shrugged. “Well then, I don’t suppose there’s any harm in a bite or two of an omelet.”
“It’s respect, and avoids conflict.” “It’s love, too. You can respect somebody without loving them, but if you don’t respect somebody you love, it’s never going to hold up.”
“Just lie,” Eve repeated as they walked back into her office. “Let’s call it prevaricate.” “Whatever works.”
“The level of wealth the Harper Group can access is formidable, and it appears they’ll use it for this … wayward son.” “You say wayward. I say shithouse rat crazy murdering fuck of a bastard.” “Your way does sum it up nicely.”
“We’re not going to lose him.” Feeney stood, resolute in his baggy shit-brown suit. “We’re the long arm of the fucking law.” “Why is it one arm? You need both to be long, or at least the same length.” “It only takes one to grab some asshole doing the crime. Then you don’t need long to cuff ’em.” “You know what would be frosty?” Peabody held out her arms. “If cops could stretch their arms like Mr. Fantastic.”
“Can I ask how he can clear you through like that?” Now she flicked a glance at Reo. “He keeps a couple of privates there.” She muttered the rest. “And he might actually own the station.” “That would do it.”
